Picture credit - Gleeson, Musetouch. A storm blows in her, tearing her soul apart, She wants to scream, but scream she can't, Standing alone on a mountain of quick sand, Trying to reach up, but down she goes, Praying for the misery to end soon.
praying don't change misery unless u don't find ground cant u stare and expect to heal the wounds stitch it up and wash it before time can make it incurable and a bit more
A sore mind, an incurable ache, the memories, A wish to delete their very existence, just a wish. Medicine stings, the wound, too deep, Scars heal, but never the memory.
Don't say love is the answer, forgiveness - the key. Some wounds are meant to be bourne for eternity, To relive the wretched agony, for future, hopefully bright and happy.
praying don't change misery unless u don't find ground
ReplyDeletecant u stare and expect to heal the wounds
stitch it up and wash it before
time can make it incurable and a bit more
A sore mind, an incurable ache, the memories,
ReplyDeleteA wish to delete their very existence, just a wish.
Medicine stings, the wound, too deep,
Scars heal, but never the memory.
Don't say love is the answer, forgiveness - the key.
Some wounds are meant to be bourne for eternity,
To relive the wretched agony, for future, hopefully bright and happy.